Another Sydney institution closed its doors a few weeks ago, No Names in Darlinghurst, while it will never be remembered for fine dining there was always something comforting about the schnitzel/spaghetti combos, the crusty white bread, the iceberg lettuce with vinegar which used to pass as a salad and the big bottles of cordial at the service area.It was a family favourite when we were growing up, my mother used to like the calves liver, which I admit I didn't mind trying a bit of either, first went there sometime in the late 60s and even though I hadn't been there often over the last few years it is like a death in the family

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